
Feuer Frei
Sad Nu-Jazz with Lo-Fi Tribal-Psychedelic edge, Core obsessive guitar motif: catchy repetitive wah-wah guitar riff/theme running almost continuously, simple hypnotic mid-range melody looping with subtle variations, swells, stutters and muting for addictive drive, Youthful alto female vocals and bass guitar fused as one: bold husky low-to-mid register only—no head voice—soaring locked tightly to pulsating mid-range bass loops, surging cool restraint, raw emotional bursts, whispers to gritty shouts, pitch bends, stutters, tense urban pulse, Single muted trumpet with precise effects: constant swirling wah-wah processing, heavy layered delays creating echoing trails and ghost responses, deep swimming reverb, subtle pitch bends and vibrato, quick flurries of dissonant notes, valve clicks and breathy textures, call-and-response ornaments tightly weaving around vocals and guitar riff, Massive delays/reverb on vocals, trumpet, guitar for shifting trippy hypnosis, Endless evolving loops

Feuer Frei
Sad Nu-Jazz with Lo-Fi Tribal-Psychedelic edge, Core obsessive guitar motif: catchy repetitive wah-wah guitar riff/theme running almost continuously, simple hypnotic mid-range melody looping with subtle variations, swells, stutters and muting for addictive drive, Youthful alto female vocals and bass guitar fused as one: bold husky low-to-mid register only—no head voice—soaring locked tightly to pulsating mid-range bass loops, surging cool restraint, raw emotional bursts, whispers to gritty shouts, pitch bends, stutters, tense urban pulse, Single muted trumpet with precise effects: constant swirling wah-wah processing, heavy layered delays creating echoing trails and ghost responses, deep swimming reverb, subtle pitch bends and vibrato, quick flurries of dissonant notes, valve clicks and breathy textures, call-and-response ornaments tightly weaving around vocals and guitar riff, Massive delays/reverb on vocals, trumpet, guitar for shifting trippy hypnosis, Endless evolving loops
Lyrics
Der General ist im Fernsehen und sagt sich
Sein Gehalt sei gut, doch er könnte mehr verdienen
Die wilde Kriegerin, endlich,
Seit so langer Zeit träumt er davon, sie zu treffen
Der Präsident schaut in den Spiegel und spricht
Wir müssen Bomben kaufen, um sie abzuwerfen
Kein Urlaub mehr, nichts mehr zu kaufen
Doch für den Feind sind die Würfel gefallen
Feuer frei
Hier ist alles in Ordnung
Feuer frei
Alle sind gegen uns
Ein Leben im Dienst, ohne Romantik
Der General will tanzen lernen
Die wilde Kriegerin, endlich,
Seit so langer Zeit träumt er davon, sie zu küssen
Feuer frei
Hier ist alles in Ordnung
Feuer frei
Alle sind gegen uns
Feuer frei
Hier ist alles in Ordnung
Feuer frei
Alle sind gegen uns
